God speaks through her

They take in her words like religion. Search for it. Feed on it. Love it. They see her as hope. They see her as truth. A voice to make the day easier.Her poems and random writing seem to fall off of their own tongues. She invades minds. Slowly but surely. She moves in like a hawk. She circles over the unwarry much like a vulture but does not wait for death. She finds her prey alive and well and she attacks. Shifting every chromosome to prepare them for the takeover. Her stuff is strong, powered by a force familiar to the mass. A friend to many. They watch as the mild mannered liquid brews to a boil. She’s dangerous. She is exposed. She talks and they listen as God speaks through her.